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All around the long Thanksgiving table at Mom's we sat. There were about thirteen of us. Most of them guest. There was talk over the table. Of course, good friends of my mom and step father were curious about the new guest; my love Carmelita. "Where did you grow up?" Then she'd tell these stories I did not recall ever knowing. She'd tell them about how she was a country girl raised on a farm. She eased herself so easily to win everyone's favor. Especially, talking about how great her mother was, and how much she looked up to her. When the questions seemed to feirse my sister would jump in to save her saying things like, "Ya'll gonna' scare her and she'll never come back," my sister would giggle a bit. So would Carmilita. By the end of our visit she won over everyone at the table. My mother even gave her a big hug, and a kiss on the cheek. Our next stop, 12:30 pm, "We're running late dear," we held hands to the

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"Hey," my sister says as she's running to the car to greet us. I sigh. "Hello again Carmelita." "Hey Marly good to finally meet you. "Moms in the kitchen." "Oh good I have a gift for her." My mother Of course your relatives have to tell your girl the most embarrassing things about you to your girl. "Does he still wet the bed?" "No. Well maybe a little bit." "I think she's a keeper. Come on Carmelita I have some photos to show you." I roll my eyes at my sister. I hear them giggling. Can only imagine. "Oh hey," Carmelita comes in the kitchen with a gift wrapped box in her hand. It looked like one of those types of wrappings you pay for. Momma set the rolls she cooked on the counter. "Oh thanks," Momma looked at me then looked at Carmelita; then back to me. She sensed something was wrong. Or was she just being protective? She took the expensive necklace out of the box. Put i

"So when do we get to meet your new girl friend?" "Never," i mumble incoherently into the phone, sounding more like a grown. "What?" My sister asked. I've always had a fear of bringing any girlfriends over to meet my family. Haven't talked to any relatives in months. They live about three hours away. I always thought that if any girlfriend of mine met my family it would totally be a deal breaker. "Who's that babe," Carmelita says excited. "It's just my sis..." Carmelita takes the phone out of my hands. "Oh great, uh huh," She giggles I leave the room fearing the worse. "Okay we'll see ya'll next Thursday."Carmelita hangs up the phone. "Girl I don't even know if I'll have off for Thanksgiving." "Of course you will. You work for those types of places." I was suspicious. Carmelita seemed too eager to meet my family. Couple hours later, Couples In Recovery A